This is my second submission. The story stands alone and is in cronological order from "Seduction by Steven". I will post "Seduction by Monty" soon. These are just further memory from long ago as I celebrate my seventieth birthday. The story is true, the names, the places, everything.
I would welcome comments to pfh2760@yahoo.com.au.
The years since I was seduced by Steve passed more or less without great moment, other than a torrid few days with Michael from school.
An uncle had died, and Mum, Dad and three of my brothers went to the funeral in Brisbane in Dad's car, and my oldest brother and a sister went in his MG sports. There wasn't enough room for me, so I had to stay at home. I was to turn 15 in two weeks time, so Mum and Dad said I could stay at home, and could invite a friend to stay with me, but no parties and no girls.
Michael was in the same class as me at my new school, at Darlinghurst. He was a good friend and we shared many good times, but up to this time there was nothing sexual, other than the dirty joke or ogling the girls from SCEGGS and Crown Street Girls High at the tram stop at Taylor Square as we waited to go home from school.
He lived at Maroubra Beach in Duncan Street and we often met up. I used to leave my bike at his place and we would go to the beach together. Mum and Dad had met him several times, at the beach and at Mass.
He rode his bike over to my place, and got there a bit after 10.00. I had had breakfast and spent the morning tidying up the house, and putting fresh linen on Charlie's bed which was in the room we shared. At this stage I was planning nothing sexual. The only thing I wanted to do was to drink a bottle of beer, and show him how I could hold it as I had with Steven (See Seduced by Steven).
It was the sort of Spring day that Sydney could be proud of, so we went into the sun room at the front of the house, and I sat on the lounge under the window, and Mike sat on the floor close by.
"Let's work on our tan" I said as I stood up and took off my shirt and shorts, leaving me in my jockey shorts. Mike, who was naturally olive skinned grinned and said "You have a long way to catch up" as he also took off his shirt and shorts. I sat back down on the sofa, and Mike resumed his place on the floor, but this time he was stretched out on his back right in front of me, hands behind his head and legs slightly apart, smiling his beautiful smile and his package bulging in his jockeys. I started to get aroused.
We had some small talk about this and that, and I started to run my foot and toes over his chest and circled his nipples. He just looked at me and smiled his stunning smile, showing his perfect teeth and dimples. Emboldened, I continued to work over his body with my foot, round and round his navel, and then ever closer to his pubics. He was getting aroused, and his erection was pressing against his jockeys, and my very hard cock was also straining to be released.
Then, looking each other in the eyes, I lightly brushed his cock with my foot, and he reached out his hand and gently rubbed my leg. He closed his eyes, let out a big sigh, stretched his legs and raised his bum off the floor. "Let's get more comfortable" was his idea as he slowly stood up, and facing me he eased his jockey shorts to the floor and stepped out of them. His six inches of thin cock was right in front of my chest, as I also stood and released my straining cock from the cotton confines of the jockeys.
He reached out with both arms to embrace me, and we hugged, chest to chest, cock to cock and legs to legs. He nibbled on my ear; my knees went weak, my legs buckled and we both fell back onto the couch in each others' arms with our very hard cocks against our bellies. Mike was on top.
We explored each other over and over with our hands wandering this way and that, feeling arms, legs, face, chest, back, bum, cocks, balls, and anywhere else.
"Would you like a massage?" Mike said. " I have been getting and giving a massage for a while. My cousin who lives at Kingsford taught me. I like it and I'll show you how. You'll like it too! You got any baby oil?"
"Yes, I think so" I said as I broke away from him and stood up to go to the cabinet in the bathroom, and came back with a half full bottle of Johnsons Baby Oil and a still very erect and rigid cock.
"Let's go into the bedroom. Get some towels to set on the bed so we don't get oil on the sheets or blankets."
Back to the bathroom, got two towels and when I gave them to him he asked for "A bowel of warm water and a face washer too". To the kitchen I went for a bowel, some hot water, back to the bathroom for the face washer and then to the bedroom.
He placed the bottle in the water, and had me lie face down on the towels, and my arms by my side. He put a pillow under my chest "This will make it more comfortable, and make it easier for you to breath. Now, for the fun part."
Mike sat on the small of my back, and dribbled the now warm oil down my spine, then across my left shoulder, the nape of my neck, to the right shoulder, down my right arm to my hand, then the other arm down to my hand. He put the oil down on the bed next to my head, which was turned to the right.
He leaned forward and with both hands massaged my ear lobes, shoulders and neck, working back and forth again and again, kneading the soft tissue of my upper body with his hands. I could easily believe that he had done this before and that he really knew what he was doing. Then I realised that I could feel his balls on my back as he leaned forward with each stroke, and I let out a low growl and a loud sigh as I relished to his ministrations.
He left my upper torso, then concentrating on each arm as he stroked and rubbed the tissue down to my hand, and massaged and stretched each finger in turn. I had not realised how erotic my hands could be to another's touch. I was in heaven, being serviced by an angel.
Mike eased himself down and was sitting now on my ankles. He took the warmed oil and poured a steady stream starting at the small of my back, straight down over my arse crack, slowing momentarily near my anus, then down each leg to return and oil each buttock in turn. He then adjusted his position and widened my legs apart a bit more, and poured oil onto the back of my balls. I moaned in ecstasy.
Then with just his finger tips, he slowly described circles on my buns, round one way and ending on my inner thigh and just brushing my balls; then the other way and finishing in the same way. The pressure increased until he was kneading my ass cheeks and he said "Phil you have a really lovely ass". Now as he rubbed on one cheek in an upward direction, he made the down-stroke through me crack, and increasing the pressure as he passed over my anus and finishing by softly brushing his fingers over the back of my scrotum
"You keep that up Mike and I will cum right here and now!"
"If you want to cum, that's fine, just go with the flow. I will get you hard again really quickly."
Two more strokes, and that is just what I did. I exploded with one of my more powerful cums of around five squirts between my stomach and the towel. It soon got uncomfortable, and Mike eased me up by steadying my elbow, and he took the towel and doubled it over and replaced it under me, took the wet face washer and wiped the cum mess clean with the warm wetness.
He settled himself now again sitting on the small of my back, but facing my feet. Starting with my ass cheek he stretched down my right leg, rubbing strongly, and eased up on the return stroke which finished again by lightly brushing my balls. This was done a few times, then it was the other leg's turn, always finishing with my balls. Again, I could feel his balls on my back. He was right. I was hard as a rock again.
It was turn-over time.
Mike folded the face washer and placed it over my brow, covering my eyes. "This will keep you guessing!"
How right he was.
After he dribbled oil over my chest and arms, he started by rubbing both ear lobes at the same time between his thumb and fore finger, whilst sitting on my hips with my very hard 5 and a half inch cock hard against his bum. That done, he moved to my neck and upper chest, then down my arm and hand as before, then the other arm and hand.
Back to my upper chest and he lightly brushed my nipples, going in small light circles clockwise then the other way. Then he gave my nipples the same treatment as he had my ear lobes. Never had I dreamt that my nipples could be so sensitive to touch with a direct electric connection to the base of my cock. I gave out a long moan, and I surprised myself by asking "Would you please kiss me Mike?" He didn't answer but I could sense him moving, and then felt his body lying on top of me, our cocks together and his lips met mine oh so softly. I lost all control and my hips bucked and I came again and again and again.
Mike straightened his legs, and he placed his cock between my legs and I could feel his hard cock with my thighs and my scrotum. He started slowly and built up passion as he thrust and thrust between my legs, and as he straightened again, his body went stiff and he cried out "Phil, I am cumming ohhhhh." He bucked and bucked as his cock spewed cum between my legs. He collapsed on top of me, his chest heaving and his breath coming in grunts.
When we had both rested for a little while, he took the face washer, rinsed it in the cooler (but not yet cold) water and proceeded to wipe up all the cum that was on our bodies. With that, we both drifted off to sleep facing each other.
We both woke at about the same time. It slowly dawned on me that I had had my first massage and wanted more, and that I had had my first passionate kiss, ever. And I wanted more of that too.
We decide to have a shower and go to the shopping centre at Kingsford, have a look around and do some more stuff that night after we had gotten home and had dinner. The shower was a gentle experience with each of us softly rubbing our hands all over each other, and though we hadn't planned it, we came together under the warm water.
After we got dressed, we walked to the end of the street to the bus stop on Bunnerong Road on the corner with Wentworth Avenue, and were lucky to catch a bus almost immediately.
On the way to Kingsford I told Mike about my experience with Steven at Maroubra beach when I was 12, and how much I had enjoyed it, but was too scared to try and do it again. Mike then told me how he was seduced by his older cousin after his 13th birthday party, when his cousin drove him home after the family picnic party.
On the way, Greg (his cousin, who was 19) was driving his Holden with a bench front seat. He put his hand on Mike's upper thigh and started to rub it until Mike got an erection, and Greg said to him that he had one too, and would he like to see it. The two of them drove into an empty paddock next to a factory in Botany and they both pulled their pants down and Greg masturbated Mike. He had Mike suck his cock, but he pulled out of his mouth before he came.
The seduction proceeded from there. They met several time a month on the pretext of going to a movie, or having cricket or basketball training. Greg brought a massage table and taught Mike how to give an erotic massage, and so by the time we got together at my place, he was a well and truly experienced masseur. Mike told me that once Greg had used the massage oil to lubricate his bum hole, and had put his fingers in, followed by his cock. Mike said that it hurt "one heck of a lot" and pleaded with Greg to take it out and not to try it again.
We got back home a little after 5.00pm, and I put the casserole that Mum had put in the fridge, and heated it on the stove. I was planning to open a bottle beer and had hidden one of Dad's bottles a few days before, but had forgotten all about it in the excitement of all my new experiences.
We had a few hands of poker and 500, then I told Mike I was getting horny again. He smiled and said "So am I. Let's do something about it".
We went to the bedroom and undressed each other, starting with shoes and socks, then shirts, shorts and finally our jockey shorts. Our cocks were standing straight out and we embraced like we had that morning with our hand exploring everywhere. We lay on the bed and continued our embrace.
"Mike, please kiss me again, please?" I pleaded and mike held the back of my head and ever so softly brought his lips to mine. With his tongue he probed my lips until I got the message and parted them as his moist lips massaged my lips. His tongue probed further and I let it have access to my mouth. Mike paused and said "I will make you a decent kisser yet, Phil baby!"
I then had the brilliant idea to move to the parent's double bed to continue with our activities. We did, and I removed the quilt and folded the sheets and blanket back, but did not take notice of how mum had made the bed that morning. Big mistake!!
We continued our passion and we both had several orgasms, and I learnt how to take a load of cum and swallow it. I enjoyed immensely practising of the art of kissing.
We were sated when Mike suggested we go back to our own beds to sleep, and he followed me back to my bedroom where he took Charlie's bed, I to mine and we were asleep before we knew anything more.
Morning came and we arose pretty late. It was a tad after 10.00. We cooked some bacon and eggs and stayed naked until lunch time when Mike said he had better be going back home as he had chores to do. We made arrangements to meet at the movies that night.
I rode my bike to Maroubra Junction, and chained the bike to a tree, met up with Mike, and we shared a few knowing grins at each other and had an uneventful time. He went his way home, and I mine.
On the way I was remembering the experiences of the day, the massage, the kiss, our embrace, my taking a load of cum and swallowing it and realised I was approaching my house.
I was somewhat surprised to see the MG in the driveway. I was not expecting them until much later. Then it slowly dawned on me that I had not made the double bed, nor cleaned up my own bed room after the previous day of passion.
I went inside, and my sister said to me "I hope you had a good time Phil. You had better get in there and tidy the old's bedroom though. I thought Mum said no party or girls! You are safe I won't tell them".
"Shit, how do I make this bloody bed?" I wondered as I went about trying to tidy things up. When I thought I had it done, Leonie said that the others were only a few hours behind, as they had decided to leave straight after the funeral so they would not have to pay for another night's accommodation at a motel.
As I drifted off to sleep, with the memories of passion and sex uppermost in my mind, I had no idea of the strife that was about to descend on me. When the others got home, and went to bed, Mum noticed straight away the bed had been disturbed, and woke me. "And just what were you doing in my bed and with whom?"
Shit, think fast.
"I was in your bed mum, by myself. I found that Mike snored and farted too much so that I could get a good sleep, I went to your room."
"And, prey tell, what are the pubic hairs doing there. Were you not wearing pyjamas? And what is that stain in the sheets? I will ask you again, what and with whome were you up to? I thought I told you no parties and no girls.
"If you had girls over, I hope you were using protection as the last thing I could deal with would be you getting some girl pregnant. Was it Margaret and her sister over?"
"No mum, honest, there were no girls, and I was in our bed by myself. Yes I was nude, and I must have had a wet dream during the night" Mum was having none of it.
"I don't believe you for a minute. If you did not have girls over, I know full well that boys can get up to things with each other, and I would hope that none of my boys would do anything like that. I will talk it over with your father and your older brothers.
"No beach or outings for four weeks sonny boy, and consider yourself very lucky"
Lucky? That was only half of it!
To this day, I suspect that my parents realised that I shared their bed with Mike, and I am grateful that they did not make a bigger scene out of it. I guess that I was also lucky that I was bi-sexual, and would bring Margaret or other girls home and have dates with them throwing them off the idea that I was only into boys. Charlie, my next older brother also knew that I liked seeing men naked from my getting erections at the change sheds at Maroubra.
Mike, thank you for a wonderful, wonderful few days. I will always remember your gentle caresses, your massage, and your teaching me to kiss, which has kept me in good standing as I got a reputation for being a very good kisser! With girls as well as with my later boy friends.